Matthews Welschire


Pragmatist, Gandhi, And Veal - Poem by Matthews Welschire

You, my pest. You who hold entire history of my past -
landscape of my soul's pace, the ping-ponged echo
of parking garage voices

while
somewhere a sneeze cures cancer
instead of creating a hurricane...

And late in that same day (before it closes)
sitting calmly,

I weep.
Eating veal with the smiling,
ravenous and bespectacled ghost of Gandhi


Comments about Pragmatist, Gandhi, And Veal by Matthews Welschire

  • Gold Star - 45,279 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/13/2013 8:41:00 PM)

    eating veal with smile, I like the writing. Is anybody's flesh our food? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 14, 2013


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